What is it with first-time experiences that make them hold a special place in our memory?
When I think of my travels and the places I’ve been to, the first things that come to my mind are the experiences I never had before until I visited the place.
For instance, when I think of Caramoan, it’s not the second or third visit I remember the most, but the first. Not that the second and third visits were terrible. In fact, they had been as fun and as memorable as the first.
But if someone would show me a picture of Caramoan, and ask me what comes to my mind, I’d immediately say my first time.
Caramoan was the destination I chose for my first ever travel since I started working. It wasn’t a solo trip, because I recalled inviting my college friends for this trip and most of them had enthusiastically responded to it. I was glad (and still am) that they did not just say yes but also took the initiative to do their part in making the trip possible.
So off we went and made memories together as friends and as individuals with shared interest for traveling. For the first time.
Travel wasn’t visible in my goal map until I made this trip with college friends three years ago. I am so glad I did. And as long as I find it true, I’ll keep remembering how special this trip was.
[photos: travel buddies: dos, cath, gin and may]